HYMN 202. C. M. J. STEWARD.
Hoping, yet trembling.

MY soul would fain indulge a hope

To reach the heavenly shore;

And when I drop this dying flesh,
That I shall sin no more.

2 I hope to hear, and join the song,
That saints and angels raise;
And while eternal ages roll,
To sing eternal praise.

3 But Oh-this dreadful heart of sin!
It may deceive me still;
And while I look for joys above,
May plunge me down to hell.

4 The scene must then forever close,
Probation at an end;

No gospel grace can reach me there,
No pardon there descend:

5 Come then, O blessed Jesus, come,
To me thy Spirit give;

Shine thro' a dark, benighted soul,
And bid a sinner live.

Lives but the insect of a day

Oh, why should mortal man be proud? 2 His brightest visions just appear,

Then vanish, and no more are found; The stateliest pile his pride can rear, A breath may level with the ground. 3 Follies and crimes, a countless sum, Are crouded in life's little span : How ill, alas, does pride become

That erring, guilty creature, man! 4 God of my life, Father divine!

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Give me a meek and lowly mind: In modest worth, Oh, let me shine, And peace in humble virtue find.

HYMN 204. C. M.

Joy in the Holy Ghost. Luke i. 46.

MY

Y soul doth magnify the Lord,
My spirit doth rejoice

In God, my Saviour, and my God;
I hear his joyful voice.

2 I need not go abroad for joy,

Who have a feast at home;

My sighs are turned into songs,—
The Comforter is come.

3 Down from on high, the blessed Dove
Is come into my breast;

To witness God's eternal love;
This is my heav'nly feast.

4 There is a stream that issues forth
From God's eternal throne,
And from the Lamb, a living stream,
Clear as the crystal stone.

5 That stream doth water paradise;
It makes the angels sing;

One cordial drop revives my heart;
Hence all my joys do spring.

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HYMN 205. S. M.

Heavenly joy on earth.

WATTS.

COME, we who love the Lord,

And let our joys be known;

Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
Should speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

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HYMN 206. L. M.

WATTS.

Justice and equity. Matt. vii. 12. BLESSED Redeemer! how divine,

How righteous is this rule of thine, "Never to deal with others worse

Than we would have them deal with us!"

2 This golden lesson, short and plain,
Gives not the mind nor memory pain,
And every conscience must approve
This universal law of love.

3 Is reason ever at a loss?—

Call in self-love to judge the cause;
Let our own fondest passion show
How we should treat our neighbor too.

4 How bless'd would every nation prove,
Thus rul'd by equity and love!
All would be friends, without a foe,
And form a paradise below.

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WATTS.

Love to God. 1 Cor. xiii. 8.

HAP

APPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;

Love is the brightest of the train,

And strengthens all the rest.

2 This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realins of bliss.

3 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away
To see our smiling God.

EYE hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,

From fancy 'tis conceal'd,

What thou, my Lord, hast laid in store,
And hast to me reveal'd.

2 I see thy face, I hear thy voice,
And taste thy sweetest love;
My soul doth leap; but Oh, for wings,
The wings of Noah's dove!

3 Then should I fly far hence away,
And leave this world of sin;

Then should my Lord put forth his hand, And kindly take me in.

4 Then should my soul with angels feast
On joys that always last;

Bless'd be my God, the God of joy,
Who gives me here a taste.